World Fantasy Convention 2012, Toronto Suburb
Technically this is the first day of the convention but my second day in Toronto.
No problems with my flight. I even was bumped up to first class on the way out--I instantly felt a novel sense of privilege such that I had to order a mimosa. It came in a glass rather than a plastic cup. They also gave me extra blankets. My flight from Chicago to Toronto was in a much smaller plane. So small that my head touched the ceiling as I walked to my seat. Fortunately it was a short flight.
I overheard the man behind me ay he was going to a "Writer's" convention, yes, another WFC attendee. We chatted and made plans for a taxi from the airport. At baggage claim, I ran into my roommate Eileen Gunn and the three of us, Griffin, Eileen and I shared the cab.
We said hello to the other contingent of Seattle folks, had dinner and then called it a day.
This morning I had brekkies with the Ozzies, Jonathan Strahan included and discussed the craziness of extreme athletes. For the record, I am not an extreme athlete, I just like to eat.
Some of the east coast contingent managed to find their way to WFC despite the storm. Patrick & Teresa Neilson-Hayden drove from NYC, Ellen Datlow made it somehow and even Scott Edelman showed up with his ukulele. I said hello to a great many people in the bar and at panels. Locus editor Liza was busy working and photographer Beth Gwinn was taking group shots.
I had at The Fox and Fiddle with several new writers, dinner with Brenda Cooper--good Indian food--and desert wines in the on suite.
Off to bed #TBI girl needs her rest and tomorrow morning I'm going walking.
Anon
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